With Coach in Her Motel Room

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With Coach in Her Motel Room“We shouldn’t be doing this…” my soccer coach said with that strong, maternal, authority that made me want to fuck her even more. I felt safe with her, even though sex with her was forbidden and could get us both in trouble. I wanted her more than I’d ever wanted anyone.“But, we both want to, Michelle. So much…” I touched her neck, letting my fingers trace the edge of her collared, coaches golf shirt, emblazoned with our team logo. Down between her breasts my fingers found their way until I could feel the fabric of her bra. She was so turned on she could barely breathe. “No one can know. Not ever…” She said, the last of it lost in a whisper as I began to unbutton her shirt. I’ve only imagined her body. She is 14 years older than me, and sexy as fuck. I lifted the golf shirt over her head. Then, I reached istanbul escort around and unfastened her bra. She let me, watching my face shyly as it fell free and dropped onto the comforter. Her perky boobs bounced slightly, her nipples standing out in the cool air of the hotel room. We have a game tomorrow and my teammates were in the rooms on either side of us. We had to be quiet. Her body warmth was perceivable I was so close to her. I’d never been close to another woman before. I was shaking with excitement and my mouth was dry. I looked down on her beautiful skin, her light pink nipples poking out towards me. They filled my mouth as I sucked them in, one by one, making circles around each with my tongue to the cound of her gentle gasps. My hand find it’s way between avcılar escort her legs, rubbing her through her jeans. It was super erotic, the way her body opened up to me, her hips pushing forward into my hand as I explored her. I unfastened the snap and pulled at them as she tore at my clothes, finally letting go of her hunger for me. We kissed and rolled around on the bed for a minute, pulling the last of our clothes off until we were completely naked. She rolled on top and I felt the wet patch between her legs against my thigh, her oozing vagina sliding across my skin. It made me drive my hips into her, feeling the pressure of her thigh pushing back into me. We rolled and humped against each other for a minute. I pulled at her hair, exposing her neck to me, which I ravaged wetly as she began to şirinevler escort moan softly.”I want to taste you…” she whispered. She rolled me over on top of her and I walked on my knees up her body until my pussy was directly over her face. Her eyes peered up at me as I rested down onto her mouth. I looked down into her hungry eyes, past my neatly groomed pubic puff that tickled across her nose as I began to ride back and forth. Her mouth caressing my clit was intoxicating. I could smell my own fragrance mixing with the wine she’d been drinking rising to my face. Her hands climbed my butt, then fell down my thighs as she probed me with her tongue, undulating gently against my dripping slit.I’d fantasized about this so many times. I continued to hump her face gently, cooing softly. She covered every inch of my vagina and butthole, enjoying me until I could feel an orgasm swelling inside me. In minutes I was cumming, gripping her head with my thighs as I pumped my clit against her mouth. It was more incredible than my hottest fantasy. We took our time and fucked for over an hour, finally falling asleep entangled in each other. It was heaven!

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